I was going to write something funny and witty and silly as today is April Fools Day, but after reading the news this morning, I have to go off topic and spew some bile.
When hockey season (sadly) comes a pause, I assuage myself with baseball – namely the Los Angeles Dodgers. Yeah, I know, I’m a Ducks fan so naturally I should root for the Angeles, but I was raised on the Dodgers, so they’re my boys.
Growing up, a summer Saturday would be spent up in the nosebleeders around third base screaming my head off and Sunday would be spent at the beach. The routine never deviated. Boogieboarding to exhaustion, eating wayyyyy too much Pioneer Chicken (the greasiest fried chicken on the planet) and then falling asleep to Vin Scully announcing that afternoon’s matchup.
In those days, the worst thing a Dodgers fan would do to a fan of another team was use harsh language. Yesterday our home opener was marred by three Giants fans being beaten up by Dodgers fans and one of the Giants guys winding up in critical condition at hospital.
How can I be a proud LA fan when this kind of sh*t happens?
In the past, when Barry Bonds was going for yet another home run, one of the Giants relief pitches told reporters he hoped the ball wouldn’t land in the bullpen because he was worried a Dodgers fan would jump in and beat him up.
How sad is that?